And slowly he pushes my dress up my back to spy on my tightly stretched knickers. I can't find the bloody Brown file anywhere, and as his hands touch ...the bare skin of my waist the funny paralizing feeling comes back with more intensity. But as he boldly tugs on my knickers I have to get up. »In here it isn't!«, I declare, and he just says: »Then it must be still on the table!« That was a good trick, you little rogue, I think, smoothing my dress down once more. He brushes a strand of hair out of. . I don’t know what I’ll do.” “You can find boys or guys better than me out there. I’m old and I’m your flesh and blood.” He continues. “But I want only you Daddy. More than anything Daddy. Please make me happy this one time. I beg you Daddy. Please make me yours.” The silence in the kitchen is deafening. He has taken his fingers away from my crotch and now we are simply standing, staring at each other. I have to do something. I take the hand that has been rubbing my crotch and pull it to my. I'll text you Sunday night when we get back, ok, baby girl?"I had just swallowed all his tangy seed and while wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb, I responded, "I'm glad you liked it. After yesterday, I wasn't sure how much you would cum but you came a bunch! Be sure you text, cause I need that cock in my pussy before I head back to Cali."Jay had already gotten dressed while I spoke and he was jiggling his spent bulge through his shorts, "He is definitely satisfied...for now. Fo' sho.'. I felt humiliated, being at least ten years older than the others, and being a lot higher in the business world than them."Take hold of Jim's penis," Diane ordered me. "I want you to get it nice and hard."Reluctantly, and gingerly, I obeyed, while avoiding Jim's gaze. "Now get Allan ready."While still feeling somewhat reluctant, it shocked me to realise that, not only did I enjoy the feel of each penis, I had become erect. A penis is a wondrous thing. We enjoy the feeling of our own, and the.